Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 55

Emmy’s heart sank.

Could it really be true? Was Dean’s mother’s death actually tied to her own mom?

“I’m fine, Mom. Just remembered something and got curious.” She tried to keep her tone light. “You and Sally were always so close, but after her accident, I couldn’t reach you at all.”

Her mom’s face grew even more tense. Emmy softened her voice, hoping to ease her. “It’s just a random question. It’s been so long—it’s really nothing.”

But Teresa looked like she’d made up her mind about something. She took a deep breath. “I went to see someone that day. I didn’t bring my phone.”

Emmy’s brows shot up. “Who was it?”

“Emmy, I can’t tell you who it was. I left my phone behind because… because I didn’t want your father to know where I went.”

A memory flickered in Emmy’s mind—one from her previous life. After her parents’ private jet crashed, a middle-aged man she’d never seen before led a group of people into those mountains. He clawed at the frozen ground with his bare hands, shouting her mother’s name until his voice was hoarse, his fingers bloodied and raw. He didn’t stop, not until he collapsed and had to be carried away.

She never saw him again.

“That day, Sally picked me up from the villa,” Teresa’s voice started to shake, her eyes turning red and glossy. “I never imagined… that would be the last time I’d ever see her.”

“If I’d known something like that would happen, I never would have agreed to meet that person, no matter what Sally said…”

And just like that, everything clicked for Emmy.

So Sally’s accident really was just that—an accident. Her mom had nothing to do with it.

And Dean—how dare he put that blame on her and the entire Lincoln family?

Back in her room, Emmy opened Dean’s chat and started typing, then deleting, then typing again.

It was an accident.

Your mother’s death had nothing to do with mine.

She stared at the words, then deleted them all.

What was the point in explaining now? Wouldn’t it just look like she couldn’t let go?

Expression blank, she cleared the chat and started scrolling through her social feed, trying to distract herself.

It was true. All those years together, Dean’s feed had been spotless, like he barely used it. The only things he ever posted were company updates—never anything personal.

Even when she’d hinted, he’d just frown and say, “Emmy, that stuff’s childish. Don’t make a fuss.”

A man worth billions, always so private, always so careful about his image—now, just for Evelina, he was telling the whole world how he felt.

So it wasn’t about “childish.” He just never wanted to be that way for her.

Whatever. At least she didn’t care anymore.

Her finger slipped, and she accidentally liked the post.

Well, fine.

Here’s to you two, locked together forever.

And I’ll swallow the key.